[ Sally is usually a very good party guest. But not today. She'd usually be schmoozing, getting her bearings, and discretely pocketing anything that seemed handy. Smiling, chatting, flirting. Making useful connections.
Instead, she's found a supportive tree tucked away from the party proper. Despite the stilettoes she's scaled to a pretty precarious branch, and has perched there with her knees drawn to her chest.
Crying quietly. Her smoke and shadow eye makeup in terrible streaks down her cheeks. It's the second time this decade, and she hates herself for it. Feels weak, and stupid. She's thirty fucking years old. Or... thirty years dead? Whatever. This is useless behavior.
But every time she tries to pull herself together, she thinks of those big green eyes staring up at her so loving and trusting and she has to fight the urge to vomit. ]
Gwen... where are you?
👼☕🌊HEAVEN: I Still Don't ◼◼◼◼ With The In Crowd🌊☕👼
[ Some time later, Sally has gotten her shit together, a little. Some little sheep told her 'Hell' and that was hardly a surprise... what IS a surprise though, is the Free Rides Up or Down? That seems... sketchy. What's the point in classifying them if it doesn't really matter?
Well this contrary canary is going Up if she's told her home is Down, because Fuck Rules. Plus, she's got to see if they're telling the truth. And maybe she wants to look for someone in Heaven, too. And it... seems like they are?
Sure looks like Heaven, what with the pristine town, beaches, coffee shops galore. The extra eyes on everything is pretty fucking funny in a way no one else will likely understand. After some time spent exploring, she comes to her conclusion about the place pretty quickly:]
Well, Gwen, isn't this place boring as ◼◼◼◼.
... ◼◼◼◼. ◼◼◼◼? Oh ◼◼◼◼. Well, let's abscond the ◼◼◼◼ out of here shall we?~
[ Not down for censorship, this one. ]
🔥😈🍄HELL: Baby I'm Dead Inside🍄😈🔥
[... Okay, okay. Sally's never really been one for doing what she's told but... this place certainly is a lot more interesting! She's not overly fond of murderers and other unsavory types... but she is accustomed to the company of addicts, assholes, and adversaries. Maybe it shouldn't feel more like home down here, but it does.
Huh. Maybe there is some logic in splitting the planes, after all? The freedom to go wherever she wants is the ideal, but... if she HAD to choose one... it wouldn't be easy.
So in Hell, find Sally doing one of a couple things: A) 'Window Shopping' for some supplies. VERY difficult to notice she's stealing unless one has very sharp eyes and very keen senses. She's been a low-key klepto for years. Comes with the territory of 'slowly crumbling dystopian society'. B) In wild gardens, "green" (red?) space, or swamps/bogs hunting Flowers, Mushrooms, and Mutant Butterflies. She looks tiny and weak, maybe you want to help? Or meddle? Or see if she gets eaten? Probably not going to happen, but who knows?]
📶📱🤙Text | un: SallyBoyle (Mass Texts)🤙📱📶
(1) just a quick question for everyone. does anyone happen to know.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
thanks.
(2) here's the bloody definition of shot in the dark, but. Arthur? Arthur Hastings? are you here anywhere? and while I'm at it... Dr. Faraday? James and/or Roger? Nimue, Vivienne, Morgause?
... i THINK that's everyone i give a damn about yes~
(3) a question for everyone: has anyone seen ANY babies here? any at all? or any children, for that matter? because i haven't. and i don't like those implications.
(4) looking for a lab. for science. not for eating or petting or what have you. a place not the animal. recommendations dearly appreciated~
Sally Boyle | We Happy Few | Hell-Raised [cw: Cussing]
[ Sally is usually a very good party guest. But not today. She'd usually be schmoozing, getting her bearings, and discretely pocketing anything that seemed handy. Smiling, chatting, flirting. Making useful connections.
Instead, she's found a supportive tree tucked away from the party proper. Despite the stilettoes she's scaled to a pretty precarious branch, and has perched there with her knees drawn to her chest.
Crying quietly. Her smoke and shadow eye makeup in terrible streaks down her cheeks. It's the second time this decade, and she hates herself for it. Feels weak, and stupid. She's thirty fucking years old. Or... thirty years dead? Whatever. This is useless behavior.
But every time she tries to pull herself together, she thinks of those big green eyes staring up at her so loving and trusting and she has to fight the urge to vomit. ]
Gwen... where are you?
👼☕🌊HEAVEN: I Still Don't ◼◼◼◼ With The In Crowd🌊☕👼
[ Some time later, Sally has gotten her shit together, a little. Some little sheep told her 'Hell' and that was hardly a surprise... what IS a surprise though, is the Free Rides Up or Down? That seems... sketchy. What's the point in classifying them if it doesn't really matter?
Well this contrary canary is going Up if she's told her home is Down, because Fuck Rules. Plus, she's got to see if they're telling the truth.
And maybe she wants to look for someone in Heaven, too. And it... seems like they are?Sure looks like Heaven, what with the pristine town, beaches, coffee shops galore. The extra eyes on everything is pretty fucking funny in a way no one else will likely understand. After some time spent exploring, she comes to her conclusion about the place pretty quickly:]
Well, Gwen, isn't this place boring as ◼◼◼◼.
... ◼◼◼◼. ◼◼◼◼? Oh ◼◼◼◼. Well, let's abscond the ◼◼◼◼ out of here shall we?~
[ Not down for censorship, this one. ]
🔥😈🍄HELL: Baby I'm Dead Inside🍄😈🔥
[... Okay, okay. Sally's never really been one for doing what she's told but... this place certainly is a lot more interesting! She's not overly fond of murderers and other unsavory types... but she is accustomed to the company of addicts, assholes, and adversaries. Maybe it shouldn't feel more like home down here, but it does.
Huh. Maybe there is some logic in splitting the planes, after all? The freedom to go wherever she wants is the ideal, but... if she HAD to choose one... it wouldn't be easy.
So in Hell, find Sally doing one of a couple things:
A) 'Window Shopping' for some supplies. VERY difficult to notice she's stealing unless one has very sharp eyes and very keen senses. She's been a low-key klepto for years. Comes with the territory of 'slowly crumbling dystopian society'.
B) In wild gardens, "green" (red?) space, or swamps/bogs hunting Flowers, Mushrooms, and Mutant Butterflies. She looks tiny and weak, maybe you want to help? Or meddle? Or see if she gets eaten? Probably not going to happen, but who knows?]
📶📱🤙Text | un: SallyBoyle (Mass Texts)🤙📱📶
(1) just a quick question for everyone. does anyone happen to know.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
thanks.
(2) here's the bloody definition of shot in the dark, but. Arthur? Arthur Hastings? are you here anywhere? and while I'm at it... Dr. Faraday? James and/or Roger? Nimue, Vivienne, Morgause?
... i THINK that's everyone i give a damn about yes~
(3) a question for everyone: has anyone seen ANY babies here? any at all? or any children, for that matter? because i haven't. and i don't like those implications.
(4) looking for a lab. for science. not for eating or petting or what have you. a place not the animal. recommendations dearly appreciated~
🃏🃏🃏[WILDCARD]🃏🃏🃏
[ COME AT ME BRUH~ W/E YOU LIEK BB~ ]